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tyler, the creator - sorry freestyle lyrics

[intro]
um……’sup, c-ck f-cking face n-ggas?
it’s your boy ace, man. um…..
i’m in f-cking sacramento right now and sh-t, mom just moved
i’ve got nothing better to do out here, so i’m just gonna freestyle for you d-ck sucking motherf-ckers, alright?
ready? who you with? nah, i’m playing…….um…..
alright, let’s see…….
this some exclusive sh-t, n-gga. um…..
i’m really gonna freestyle, none of this sh-t written like these other
motherf-ckers do. alright?

[verse]
free styling, and that n-gga wild n’ out, like nick cannon. f-ck on rock or bammin’ obama
i’mma f-ckin’ bomb ya. have to be something with your mamma and osama
bin laden, that n-gga been hidin’. probably been ridin’ in the dirty
eating on my dad’s white stuff, like mcflurry
n-gga’s can’t burn me. i am not a book, you can’t learn me
but don’t f-ck me, you cannot yearn me. i am not a f-cking check, you cannot earn me
what the f-ck else rhymes with earn? bernie
bernie and irk, irk and kirk, and kirk is f-cking berk and berk is f-cking bobby
bobby’s f-cking auntie, johnny. johnny f-cking nanny, auntie. johnny’s f-cking chuck, and chuck is f-cking bobby
so, it’s like a threesome, with eighteen more f-cking people
i’m a f-cking zero, your a f-cking two plus eight, six. i can’t count, that’s why i won’t amount to sh-t
but i got a big d-ck, and it’s growing. and my f-cking lyrics keep flowing
and my mother f-cking spit keep getting on my f-cking clothes and the camera
lens. i am in the mother f-cking camera bends
i don’t make sense, but i could give a d-mn if your b-tch is a man. if your mother f-cking head hurt from working all day
if your momma’s dead, she be sucking d-ck and f-cking p-ssy blunt ashtrays with your uncle
f-ck ’em, f-ck you. if you looking at this, f-ck you
here, you is a mother f-cking queer
shout out to odd future, peas ‘n carrots. we gon sit down and say cheers. i just though of that right now
actually, i thought about that two minutes ago. we can go find a ho, or a sl-t, or a b-tch, open up her legs and probably bust a nut in her hair
spit up on the lens, lens up on the spit. this camera’s sh-t
hopefully, some n-gga’s will get me a cannon
back to my first line, bammin obama. f-ck you and your f-cking momma
and your momma’s cousin, they be buzzing, they be smoking, and then they c0ke, and then they drink, and then they play young dro in a lincoln. i’m winking
i’m lying, and your b-tch is lying. because the b-tch got shot, and her f-cking mom’s dying
no, she’s not dying, i’m lying. her f-cking uncle bobby just got shot with a bb……gun, n-gga’s better run
my d-ck’s a gun, and it’s about to c-m. blow you in your mouth, yeah, i blow it in your mouth
get it? no, you don’t. yes, you will, no, i won’t
f-ck, i’m running out of breath. need a f-cking, inhaler before i f-cking, inhale ya
this sh-t is recording, now i gotta save you like i’m jesus christ, but i’m not
and hopefully the n-gga behind me don’t have a knife. i’m home alone, and i got my own bone, this is my own song
actually, i’m going home tonight. actually, i’m lying, i ain’t right. yep, yeah, eah
no, i’m going theres, to the house

[final verse]
i’m from hawth-rne, the dirty dirty. where n-ggas get stabbed up, where n-ggas get rabbed up in rasbeads
and when i say rasbead, n-gga’s get raped. no h0m-, we’re not fruity, we’re not rasbead
we’re the other b2k members. we’re not f-cking white winter, like december. we’re low so, like fall in like september, or october, or november
i thought i told you, f-ck. i’m sick of f-cking rapping, i’m sick of f-cking clapping, for you mother f-ckers that’s rapping
saying that i freestyle, bring the pain. n-gga, this is not a freestyle. i’m not stupid, your not lil wayne
these n-gga’s say, f-ck i’m not gonna get up into it. because these wallet chain n-ggas gonna get me into it, and i’m a say screw it, but i’m not gonna chop
but i’m not mike jones, and i’m not mike jones, mike jones. who? shut the f-ck up
here’s a d-ck, dad, you can suck up. but actually, i don’t give a f-ck up
i’mma a be a man about it and hopefully, suck it up. i’m talking about your d-ck, f-ck it. you love it, no, you f-cking hate it
and you f-cking rate it, and degrade it, and discard it. f-ck it, i’ll catch you n-ggas tomorrow
odd future. happy days. bicano, and casey veggies. my n-gga k mac, shout to left brain, and my n-gga jerry, and my ex girlfriend, b-tch buried. shout out to ology, teen blocks coming up
cheers, busting in your ears

[outro]
what else, did not f-cking shout out? that’s probably the only n-gga’s on mysp-ce i like
oh, f-ck it. the beat’s coming bac- nah, i’m playing, i’m so sick of this sh-t
i’ll see ya’ll n-gga’s later

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